“Oh my God, you’re a fucking psychopath,” she screams, waking up with me on top of her, trying again to buck her hips to push me off. “I’ve been called worse, Hellion. Now, where were we? Oh yeah, you were knuckles deep in your dripping pussy as you called out my name.” Her jaw tightens, her teeth grinding as she stares up at me. “I was asleep, asshole, and I was clearly having a nightmare.” “Oh, it sounded and looked terrifying.” Trailing a finger down her chest toward her still bare tits, I whisper, “Your skin is still flushed from the fear.” “I hate you.” I smile. “I know, isn’t it fun?”
